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Charles Manson "When I stand on the mountain and say do it, it gets done!"
Jeffrey Dahmer "I didn't ever want freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself."
Ted Bundy "Ultimately those crimes of images, impulses, and behaviors
that ultimately led to the violent behavior."
John Wayne Gacy "Do you realize by 1993 half of families are single parented, and that shows a breakdown in the church and not holding families together."
Wayne Williams "A drop shot is a man that isn't worth much of anything, just drop him and shoot him and get him out of the way."
Albert Desalvo "Before you know it I put my arms around her and that was it."
Aileen Wuornos "The cops knew who I was after I let Richard Mallory die. I left prints everywhere."

Depression weighs heavy upon the posture of hope
Scarring demeanour carving arthritic oak
Agonised limbs decorate skies without bird
Emptiness the whisper that sings without word


Unfertile the thoughts sewn Neath a barren minds clay
Home grown the emptiness to harvest each day
No seasons differentiate the spring, summer, fall
Only winters bleak flourish within self-pity's wall


Depression weighs heavy upon the posture of hope
Outstretched the plead, arthritic the choke

Of things beautiful and profane.
Grace of form in marble revealed.
Of light and shadow, the canvas speaks.
Words and music flow like wine.
Images dance and roll inside the mind.
A glimpse, a portrait, a moment in time.
Abandoned now, the ways of old.
Condemned to burn, the conflagration consumes.
Bereft of hope, the future lament.
Glittering, sparks, the dying embers glow.
Swirling ash on howling winds.
Scattered, lost. To be seen no more.

There was a man so very depressed,
He could not sleep,
He could not rest,
With so much stress upon his chest,
One day the wave came to a crest,
He'd tried his best,
But failed the test,
Lifes mess had left him unimpressed,
Without a word to anyone,
He held his only friend,
His gun,
And put a bullet through his head,
Now that man is dead...
The End

is there a place for me in this world of infamy,
is there something inside of me that keeps me hidden to thee,
am i a lost boy in a sea of men,
or is it just that i keep in touch with my childhood friend,
if this is wrong will you tell me,
am i alone to thee,
or maybe i cannot see,
am i someone in this world or am i not,
will i find a place for this person that is so lost,
i feel for you,
does that make me weird,
i don't even know you,
isn't that strange,
that i feel so much for something i cannot change,
does my heart beat for the unknown,
will i seek out to find a place for me to unwind,
when will someone help me know,
that i am blind...

On cold wet sullen sky
The roar of guns fill the air
Echos of guns explode
In the air

Smell of death fire and smoke
Decimaties
The soul to hide in trenches deep
Body laden stenched decay

Flows rivers of blood
Here lies one unkown
Hiis life gone fore ever
Who was he no one knows

For he is one of multitude
All shot with the gun

Sad Alas! found wanting for a caring God,
in trenches there, cold, wet and drear
amid the mud drenched waring sod,
the slopes of death, hovered unknown to care,

Impotent artillery extinguished breath of many
amid the alarms of man mad wanton battle,
whose measured worth, but a copper penny,
'twas just but numbers, like slaughtered cattle,

cursive be, proud inventors of this sullen war,
whence, indiscriminate carnage tore limb from limb,
as comatose he stood amid the thunderous roar,
no longer could he let the rifle speak for him,

transfixed, stood with expressions vacant stare,
for one moment brief, the war had flown,
yet alone, like an unloved empty chair,
the flower of Spring ne'er again to own,

gone the turmoil 'twixt nations heart,
vanished the canvas strokes of waring art,
lost, the sweet rhetoric of its name,
of the 'Gentleman's war and its game,

one moment brief, just there and then
no war, nor artilleries fire of hell,
drank deep the vision of his own Eden,
yet a differing death, toll'd the waiting bell,

sweet homeland shires in vision seemed,
like days of yore he used to know,
where orchard blossoms softly gleamed,
like, flurries of Winter's first whiten'd snow,

there beside the beloved cottage door,
sweet-scented honeysuckle profusely hung,
yet by dawn, alas! he'll see, nor feel no more,
doom'd by unjust military law, to die so young,

charged, that from the battle did unjustly shrink,
cowardice charged, exampled as a sacrificial pawn,
a poisoned chalice, so unaware did drink,
defenceless, blindfold, alone, coldly shot at dawn,

shall we, with stoic heart e'er brave
make obsolete his flowerless unsung grave,
remembering the flower of youth so gave
of tender years, an underaged unknown English knave.

In dark of the night all is quiet,
I'm left alone with my thoughts,
Wondering will I ever fit in,

If there truly is place for me in this world,
It seems noot... ALWAYS ALONE IT SEEMS IM MET TO BE.

One lonely heart reaching out,
For someone to understand and care who I am,
It seems to go on to deaf ears for nobody wants to know
This is what I feel is so.

I wish for once know how it feels,
To know that someone cares
Doesnt anyone sense a heart that craves for someone to care,
for it feel so alone in the dark of the night.

Walking straight, going mad
rebelling fate, looking glad
feeling hate, being sad
carrying weight, hurting bad

alone a man with no
men manned
owner of nothing, but dirt
and sand
a scar a bruise, he
will stand

for a choice he had made, this
mad but simple man
in past he never coward, gave up
or even ever ran
always doing more than any man dare
think one man can

he will not falter or run
having no shield, sword or gun
yet, be with words so much
more powerful than the sun

walking still unwavering with a crooked smile, a twisted grin
defying everything that is, by what is and is not in him
holding onto guilt and shame, not free of his sin
staring in the dark abyss, situation growing most bleak and more grim
laughing as he makes his way, desperately fighting what's withinin
drenched in his darkness, dry lights of sanity are all now dim

a defiant choice that sacrificed his own sanity
so that mabe he can fight his humanity
tired of this fate, destiny and unavoidable certainty


his right fist firm with in the air
walking hysterically without a care
a man a kind so extremely extraordinary rare
in this world so unfair

When you text me on your phone
I wonder if your scared or just alone

You say your kind of shy
thats probably a lie
your most likely with
some other guy

You say you love me but I know you don't
your just saying that because you hope that I won't

when you tell me your cold and lonely yal had a fight
always ignoring me by day and texting me at night

you always seem nice to me
when you want some money
you then laugh at my jokes
then tell me there funny

you tease me saying soon
playing me like a cartoon

telling me what I want to hear
acting like you want me near

I see through you with every line
yet I still wish you would be mine

Why must I wait
why must I hate

and all for your sake
seeing what I can take
testing me
while i'm real
your just fake


I'm just a tool
a mere stepping stool

I understand that you seek happiness and he was what you sought
I was always there hinting asking but, you didn't care what I thought

Well its over now i'm threw done
you can actually laugh now you won

Its over I say over
ti'll I look over my shoulder
your there a huge weight
like a gigantic bolder
while your feeling warmer
i'm feeling colder
why can't this
just be over

while your relaxed sleeping soundly
i'm stuck with my self made hell of misery

You say your scared
that your not prepared

I want to let you go but, I can't
thats why I went on this stupidly insane rant

I'm there for you while your not for me
I wonder if thats how its supposed to be